This is a song about "Book and pencil"

Go get yourself a pencil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Arghh... book, you're saying so many things but i'm the biggest and you cannot beat me!!

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I spit rough,mouth close pencil and hands on paper,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'll grab a frickin' pencil, swing it, and stab it in your temple,

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

With my pencil, i'm amusing and it heightens my credentials

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good